Ferrys (the joy)

The Ferry from Brac to Split was fine, lasting about 40mins.  Once in Split we booked our onward ferry to Ancona, Italy and had yet another overpriced lunch then spent 1 hour trying to book a ferry through a Greek website from Ancona to Patras entering the payment details and receiving a confirmation.  We took the ferry around 5pm and it got us into Ancona on an overnight for 6am the next morning, we treat ourselves to a scummy cabin in this journey.  With mat manging to bag another cabin due to dodgey electrics in our cabin, giving some people we met the key to the other one as they were due to sleep on deck otherwise.

Once in Ancona we had breakfast and decided to go onto Rimini further north for a night, we found Rimini very touristy and full of Dutch.  Riding into town we found a few bars and stayed out quite late then going for a 1.5hr wobbly ride back at around 4am with our direction disorientated.

The next moring we headed down to Ancona to check in for the ferry 'we though' we had booked on.  Getting to the ticket office showing our booking number we were told that 'this mean nothing' - 'You'll have to come back tomorrow.  Very frustrated we headed to a little campsite just outside of Ancona and watched the World cup final that night.

The next day headed back to the port and waited in line with all the other nationalities with lots of shouting and complaining going on but finally we booked onto our ferry for 5pm. 
During the time we had we decide to stock up at the local Auchen Hypermarket with 5 crates of beers, 3 crates of wine (1euro/bottle) and a couple of sun loungers at 13euros each.  These have all proved to be good purchases based of the cost of things later on in the journey,

Getting on the Minoan Lines Ferry took about 2 hours, it is hectic and no one seems to know what they are doing, with me being sent down 1 ramp then sending back up due to my van 'looking a bit too high'.  Once on deck we had to sleep on deck under the stars for most of the 22hour journey.  This was further help by being serenaded by some drunken Czech's until 4am  in the morning.  The final straw being when they sat next to us and sung, but with Mat telling them to F off and me calling them some other obscenities they seemed to get the message.

Arriving in Patras, Greece we headed down towards Athens for 30mins and parked up at a Greek taverna on the beach front and 'wild camped' (a term we have picked up on the way that means free camping really) for the night.